Author: Dave Franklin

Tony Leung Ka-fai and Jane March in The Lover (1992) I still remember the hullabaloo about March’s debut in which it was rumored (like Christie and Sutherland two decades earlier in Don’t Look Now) that she was actually doing it. Amazing, really, that the public so often gets sucked into such nonsense. March plays a…

William Holden and Kay Lenz in Breezy (1973) Holden is a fave, having starred in brilliant stuff like Sunset Boulevard, The Wild Bunch and Network. Lenz, however, not so much. Here she plays an impulsive, free-spirited, braless hippy chick with a floppy hat, bell bottoms and an acoustic guitar that has her name emblazoned on…

There’s long been a belief that Europeans are more liberated than their stuffy, uptight British and American counterparts.

I caught the plain daft Twinky, a flatfooted rom-com in which the craggy Charles Bronson is so confused by Susan George’s schoolgirl gyrations that he doesn’t kill anyone.

Vietnam is usually thought of as America’s festering sore, but the Aussies also played ball by contributing more than five hundred deaths. However, whereas the Yanks like to pick at the scab through their movies, the Aussies largely left things alone in the 20th century